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Friday, February 14, 2014

Just Shoot Me (The Cowboy Way #1) by Becky McGraw release day blitz.

Just Shoot Me (Cowboy Way, #1) a new series by Becky McGraw, author of the Texas Trouble Series

Synopsis:

Tina Montgomery needs to find her Texas Tomcat. Her promotion and livelihood depend on it. That promotion could mean a new life for her, her sister and her niece. It's a big risk however, because if she fails in her bid to head up a new menswear line at her company, she could lose everything. That's why finding the perfect model to represent the line has become her sole focus. At the point of thinking she would ...never find that man, one with both experience and attitude that shows in his face and eyes, she meets Dean Dixon. His gorgeous eyes tell a story she definitely wants to hear and the man has more attitude than any she’s ever met. Physically he's perfect for the job. But that attitude she thought she wanted in her cowboy quickly becomes her biggest downfall when she tries to convince the sexy, but hard-hearted rancher to help her.

Dean Dixon is done with women. His cheating ex-wife has shown him just how untrustworthy women are. He has a ranch to run, and a son who might not be his to raise alone. That's more than enough for any man to handle without dealing with his sister-in-law’s friend who is determined to convince him to model for her company. He has seen what that industry has done to his brother. Dean is a rancher, not a model, and he isn't about to abandon his family or fall into the same trap his brother had. He stands his ground, until his sister-in-law tells him why Tina needs the promotion she’s wanting so badly, and asks for his help. Hope had bailed him and his family out when they needed her the year prior. How could he refuse to help her now?

Excerpt:

Dean turned and laid down on the floor then reached back with his foot to find the first rung. He scrambled down the tree to the ground, and took a moment to adjust his jeans, before he started across the pine needle covered ground. Last night in the heat of the moment, he hadn’t felt the prickly pine needles sticking into the soles of his feet. He hadn’t felt much of anything, except the overwhelming urge to get Tina Montgomery up in that deer stand and fuck her brains out. This morning, he felt every step he took, just like he felt the bitterness of the regret inside his chest.

If they’d met when he was younger, before he became so jaded. Before Cindy. Maybe Dean’s life would be different. Tina Montgomery coming along now wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the same. Last night up in that deer stand he’d forgotten his problems for a few hours. She’d helped him forget. But when his feet hit the ground again this morning, they were all still there. Last night hadn’t solved a damn thing. Dean knew it had just been a temporary reprieve in his shitty life. A welcome one, but just a reprieve. Dean still didn’t have a damned clue how he was going to fix things. Or if he could.

Taking a deep breath, he huffed it out then picked his way through the trees toward the place they’d made love the first time last night. Dean looked around under the tree and found his hat behind some scrub, but didn’t see her skirt, his boots, or anything else. He mumbled under his breath and turned. A pair of ripped red panties occluded his view. They smelled just like Tina Montgomery, and he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

"Looking for these?" Cord asked smugly.

Dean ripped them from his fingers, and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. "Where’s her damned skirt?" he grumbled.

Cord laughed and pulled it from behind his back to hand it to him.

"My boots?" Dean growled.

"Hope has those in the truck." Cord didn’t move to go get them though. His brother stood there with a wide grin on his face. "Figured you took her to the deer stand. I made enough damned noise to wake the dead. You should be saying thank you instead of being an ass. Seems like you should be in a better mood too considering."

"Would you just go get my damned boots?"

"Hope has Tina’s boots too," Cord said in a sing song voice, then his eyes laughed as he added, "I’ll go get them on one condition."

"What’s that?" Dean asked clenching his fists, wanting nothing more at that moment than to plant one in his brother’s face.

"You let her climb down that ladder to get her panties and skirt."

"Fuck you," Dean growled and shoved him hard. Cord laughed as he stumbled back and put his hand on his chest.

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya'll. She resides in South Texas with her husband and dog Abby.

A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer. She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer's Guild on AOL, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers. Currently, she is a PAN member of RWA and a general member of FTHRW.